Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
X-101,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.